nunsongs
(elsemore writes)
"Well," stammered Elliot. "I think I'm over all that. Really, I
think. But it's just that I did promise you a song."
"A song?" asked the nun, her dark eyebrows rising like storm clouds
over the blue oceans of her eyes. "You promised a song?"
"Well, um, a poem actually it was that you made me promise. That
night when we first met? You knocked on the door of my apartment?"
"I was collecting alms for the Faith for Waifs home. And it wasn't
an apartment, it was motel. Dirty, I remember."
"You remember!" Elliot grinned and stroked a sideburn. His eyes
flashed red (the reflection from a budweiser sign). "The night was
cold as a . . ." The nun reached for her ruler and Elliot cut
himself off. "Anyway, I invited you in out of the cold. And you
came in."
"Against my better judgement and all the Mother's warnings. But it
was cold."
"Yes," said Elliot, "it was cold as . . . anyway. Instead of a poem,
I wrote you this song. It's called Cold, Cold Air."
You come in through the door,
I feel the cold air comin' off of you.
You come in through the door,
I feel the cold air comin' off of you.
It wraps itself around me
& warms my soul thru & thru.
It's a big wide world
that you leave behind outside my door.
It's a big wide world
you leave behind outside my door.
Leave you troubles in the wind,
and that blue dress you can leave on my floor.
What the fuck the difference (ruler across knuckles!)
(ouch) does it really matter anyway?
What the fuck the difference (ruler again!)
(hey, come on now) does it really matter anyway?
Tonight is right for sinning,
tomorrow we can kneel & pray.
It's morning time in Paris,
in China the night still lies ahead.
It's morning time in Paris,
in China the night still lies ahead.
Old Time's a jealous stranger,
he got no place in our big bed.
In the morning we'll start the coffee
while the window's all covered in frost.
In the morning we'll start coffee,
the window all covered in frost.
That coffee smell will find us,
& we didn't even know that we was lost.
When I answered the door
I thanked my lord to find you there.
When I answered the door
I thanked the lord to find you there.
With the cold night comin' off you
& a whiff of autumn in your hair.
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